Wednesday, February 9th, 2011
How romantic is it that just before Valentine’s Day I caught a virus called the kissing disease? Or maybe it’s not romantic at all since April didn’t get it too. Hmmm…
Anyway, this morning while I was lying on the couch resting, April had the following conversation with one of the grandmas that drops her granddaughter off at school.
“How’s your husband? Is he feeling any better?”
“About the same,” April said.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” the grandma said, and then turned to one of the other grandmas and whispered, “He has the same thing I had…but for men.”
I’m still giggling as I write this down. I’m not sure what this grandma thinks I have, but considering she seems to know everyone and their dog in our neighborhood, let’s hope that tomorrow morning when I go to the café for a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice and a tostada con tomate, I don’t overhear the waiters whispering to each other, “Isn’t he the guy going through menopause?”
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